I didn't see each other for months, and I hit it off. In the Linjiang Xianda Restaurant, Shen Yuchen held a wine glass, clinked glasses with Mu Zicheng crookedly, and began to talk nonsense from all over the world. Mu Zicheng drank a lot of wine, and he drank no less than Shen Yuchen, only a shallow blush on his face, like the afterglow of the sunset in the background of the desert smoke, and his steps were still straight and windy.

After the wine and food were cold, Mu Zicheng dragged Shen Yuchen's body downstairs and stuffed him into the back seat of the car.

He chuckled properly and said, "Miss Tao Yan, where do you live now, Yuchen is so drunk, I'll send you back." ”

Address? Lin Mansion? Fuchun Ju? It doesn't seem like a good choice for either.

Ping Yan smiled and rejected his kindness, "It just so happens that I can drive, so I won't delay Mr. Mu's time, or I'll send the second young master back." ”

Mu Zicheng glanced sideways, and there was a hint of scrutiny in his eyes. He really didn't expect such a reserved and dignified woman to learn to drive a car? Immediately, he opened the car door, and Ping Yan sat in the driver's seat with his extremely gentlemanly gesture. He looked at Ping Yan's familiar appearance, and knew that she really knew how to drive, and he was worried about being redundant. As if witnessing something, a sense of freshness that had never been seen before came to me. He closed the door and shook his hand with a smile.

Ping Yan also smiled, stepped on the accelerator and turned into the asphalt.

The car disappeared into the bustling avenue, Mu Zicheng did not retract his gaze, he slowly stroked his chest and abdomen, there seemed to be a slight pain, more than a month ago, a bullet almost pierced into his chest and arm xiphoid procession, almost killed. If it weren't for her neat behavior on the train, if it weren't for the box of anti-inflammatory painkillers, if it weren't for the cheongsam in the baggage that could be used as a bandage to stop bleeding, he probably wouldn't be alive now.

"Tao Yan, Tao Yan, how many things do you have that I don't know?" She is a skilled car, and the car moves smoothly on the side of the road. As if a trick, her unknown skills were discovered under unknown circumstances, which not only made him feel excited, but also made him feel that she was far away from him.

His voice was like being soaked in wine, low and mellow, with magnetic intoxication.

"You should go to the big show, pretending to be drunk and pretending to be decent." She said.

Her point-to-point words successfully amused Shen Yuchen, and he said aloud: "We are each other, a pair in the sky and a pair on the ground." ”

Ping Yan scolded secretly, knowing that he was used to kicking his nose and face, and deliberately didn't answer his words, and only asked, "Where are you going?" ”

"Fuchang Terminal."

A few miles away, I heard a heavy and fierce shout, and the wharf stretching east and west was full of people, black pants and black coats, blue shirts and pleated skirts, obvious student attire. Men and women held banners and shouted, holding large flags and chanting, and their emotions were high.

Ping Yan looked at the big ink-stained characters on the banner, "Take back the mining rights, resist the foreign powers", "Democratize the constitution, ban militarism", and so on.

Shen Yuchen took out a newspaper in the car and gave it to her, and said, "The fat meat in Qingzhou has finally reached the point of giving it over. ”

The front page of the Minbao read, "To support the war in Central China, the cabinet has another trick." "The content is roughly that the Lingnan army is like a bamboo, and it has broken through the Beiyan Pass, which is easy to defend and difficult to attack, in less than half a month, and the warlords of the Central China Army are short of military funds and difficult to support. The prime minister came up with a way to use the south to aid the north, borrowing loans from foreign banks and using the mining rights of several large mines in Qingzhou as collateral. There is also a report on the French Concession's unilateral breach of the five-year trade cooperation agreement signed with Gao Yuan, and the imposition of customs import and export taxes, and now a large number of goods are unsalable, and it is difficult to collect costs.

"Cabinet puppets, warlords fighting among themselves, external strength and middle cadres, the Chinese must be wounded all over this land before they are willing." There were bursts of enthusiastic patriotic voices in her ears, and Ping Yan looked at the brave and fearless students who followed one after another and sighed.

The gunshots exploded in a row, followed by all kinds of shrill and messy shouts, and the students scattered in all directions, and the scene was like a pot of porridge that had been stirred up. The guards carried rifles, cut off the exits in dense packs, and held up water pipes to pour water around, and the students fluttered like frightened fish. Two of them who tried to resist were killed on the spot, the bright red blood was like a soul charm on the Huangquan Road, and the students were too frightened to make a sound, and they were all taken away, and after a while, there were very few.

The banners were trampled around by countless feet, and they were covered in mud.

Shen Yuchen smiled a little drunkenly, but Ping Yan saw the raging fire in his eyes, and it was completely cold after a while.

A dark shadow slowly drove out of the horizon, carrying the diplomatic chief who had come to negotiate in Beiping. The students didn't wait for him, nor did they wait for a response, they were obviously twisted into a rope, but they couldn't tie up the stormy times.

He looked closer, and saw several cargo ships parked by the dock, including the Lido cruise ship from yesterday. After unanimous selection, the pillar of Lido, Huo Sanye's beautiful concubine of the golden house, and the feather coat won the Oiran. She distributed the food in the boat according to the rules, and then stopped at the Fuchang Pier to wait for the burning sacrifice in a few days.

By tonight at the latest, their men would take the opportunity to bring back the dozen or so boxes of new weapons to the south.

The south, the north, are shaken by the flames of war. Shen Yuchen suddenly felt that faith had become pale in the face of reality.

Ping Yan saw that his eyes were closed tiredly, so she turned the head of the car, and didn't know where to go, so she walked along the open avenue to the east. When I was in a place in the middle of nowhere, the car ran out of gas and couldn't catch fire.

Shen Yuchen seemed to be asleep, and Ping Yan called him several times but there was no response. She reluctantly got out of the car and sat in the back seat to shake him. Although he was wearing a shirt, his whole body was hot, burning Ping Yan's hands. After a while, his face gradually showed a strange redness, and he shivered and shouted cold again and again, and went straight to Ping Yan's arms.

Ping Yan suddenly remembered that the flavorful herbs in the conditioning Chinese medicine soup he had drunk in the past half month were clash with alcohol, and the combination of the two would cause the body to alternate between hot and cold for a while.

He had drunk so much alcohol that he really didn't know how many hours it would take for the effects of the medicine to wear off. Ping Yan couldn't help but bury her carelessness a little.

Shen Yu kept calling her name, and her two arms were like iron chains, making her breathless. She couldn't break his hand, and she didn't seem to resist him clinging to her body so intimately. She thought of countless reasons to explain her presumptuous behavior today, and in the hints again and again, she softened her heart.

The moon is bright and the stars are scarce, and the night is splashed with ink.

As if in a dream, she felt a warm and mischievous wind drilling into her ears and eyes, wisps by wisps, just right. The sensitivity she had cultivated over the years led her to fight back with her fists before she even opened her eyes. Shen Yuchen grabbed her two wrists first, passed her head with high pressure, and said with a smile: "What? Still want to break my arm? ”

He glanced away from the drunkenness, and put on Ping Yan's face, from his forehead to his chin, as if he was concentrating on smelling the fragrance of a flower.

The mellow smell of wine fermented with the cool smoke and scorching gas on his body, seeping into Ping Yan's skin between his slightly rapid breathing.

Damn it! She couldn't break free from his control!

The space in the car is unusually small. She squirmed so hard that she slammed into his chest like pig iron in a furnace.

"You're drunk!" She remained motionless, knowing that such a struggle would undoubtedly evolve into a disguised inducement in his eyes, like a prey to a hunter.

"I'm not drunk, did you make me drunk, or the kind that drunk me and dreamed of death."

His voice was unprecedentedly low and rustling, like a spring silkworm chewing on mulberry leaves, and falling on Ping Yan's ears, it was more like a spring thunder that sounded one after another. She was a little flustered.

"I want you, Tao Yan, I tell you, I've never wanted a woman so much." His lips were like parched and fissioned earth, hot and hot.

"Shen Yuchen!" Ping Yan roared in a low voice, tears intertwined with her eyes.

He really stopped moving, only slowly buried his head in Ping Yan's neck, greedily infatuated with the fragrance of flowers in her hair, a little sad as if talking to himself, "I don't dare to ask for you, I'm afraid that I will have nothing to rely on in the future and will drag you down, but I am really reluctant to let go of you, and I want you to follow me willingly in my dreams." What do you say I should do? What do you want me to do? ”

He let go of Ping Yan's wrist and hugged her body quietly like a child who had found a home.

Ping Yan was going to resist, planning to stomp on him, or break his arm again to teach him a painful lesson. But now she can't do it anyway, and now she searched her intestines and scraped her stomach, but she couldn't find a suitable reason.

It's just that I don't want to hurt him, and I completely obey my own heart.

Before the age of seven, she loved to cry her nose. On her eighth birthday, her family was ruined, and she cried all night, after which she no longer liked to cry. Tears are the most cowardly and incompetent thing in the world, she knows that even if the tears are in the river, her parents and brothers will not be blind under the Yellow Spring, and the enemy still wants the wind and the rain.

Now her eyes were wide open, almost biting her lip, but the tears seemed to have come to life, and they slid down two lines uncontrollably.

The two cold tear stains were blown by the wind of spring and summer, as if they were immediately frozen.

Shen Yu's marks pressed on her body, like a stone tombstone, and she was buried under the ten zhang loess, unable to breathe, lifeless. She panicked and realized that Shen Yuchen had taken an axe called love and chiseled it into her heart and took a place.

And she didn't have time to dodge.